Mercy's...dead?

[The voice is a soft rasp, almost unrecognizable, the camera too shaky to show a face. Part of a rooftop outside swings past.]

She's been murdered?

You...tell us to lay our guns aside and let you be the law and you let her be murdered?

[There is a thud as the strength goes out of his legs. George's muzzle swings into view as he noses his master curiously.]

[soft rasp of breathing.]

She was....

That's it. I'm done.